I majored in art in college. I could tell very easily who were the true, talented artist, and those who thought it was just a good idea. I was the later.
Although I am creative and can copy illustrations verbatim, I lack in the area of creating a sketch from scratch.
I have been doodle drawing and making artsy things for a far back as I can remember. I used to sketch pencil etchings of our sleeping dog, "Brillo" who awake, was constant motion. He never posed well, awake.
Once in college the evening prior to the deadline for a painting assignment, I slapped some paint onto a canvas, smeared the colors around with a palate knife, turned in my abstract painting, and received an "A." Not bad for procrastinating and a lack of still life arrangements. On the other hand, the painting never sold for hundreds of dollars in a stuffy art studio either.
The other day I was at the nail salon treating myself to a 15 dollar pedicure. I went to the bathroom and noticed a piece of artwork on the wall across from the toilet. It was a nice piece of art signed by a guy named William Barnett.
I'm sure that when Willy was in art school he never dreamed that his painting would end up in the bathroom of a strip mall nail salon.
At least Williams art was actually purchased by someone which is a lot more than I can say for my abstract creation - which is sitting in the rafters of my garage.
Although I am creative and can copy illustrations verbatim, I lack in the area of creating a sketch from scratch.
I have been doodle drawing and making artsy things for a far back as I can remember. I used to sketch pencil etchings of our sleeping dog, "Brillo" who awake, was constant motion. He never posed well, awake.
Once in college the evening prior to the deadline for a painting assignment, I slapped some paint onto a canvas, smeared the colors around with a palate knife, turned in my abstract painting, and received an "A." Not bad for procrastinating and a lack of still life arrangements. On the other hand, the painting never sold for hundreds of dollars in a stuffy art studio either.
The other day I was at the nail salon treating myself to a 15 dollar pedicure. I went to the bathroom and noticed a piece of artwork on the wall across from the toilet. It was a nice piece of art signed by a guy named William Barnett.
I'm sure that when Willy was in art school he never dreamed that his painting would end up in the bathroom of a strip mall nail salon.
At least Williams art was actually purchased by someone which is a lot more than I can say for my abstract creation - which is sitting in the rafters of my garage.
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I'm happy as an elf on December 26!